The Weakest Tamer Trash Picking Journey Begins

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“I’m glad to have more friends now, both Sora and Ciel are dear friends of mine.”

 

I thought this before, but I can’t think seriously about what I used to be.

 

I almost feel like something was getting in the way of that.

 

But maybe it would be okay.

 

Perhaps it’s because I don’t need it.

 

The memory has taught me what I need to know.

 

I don’t need to know anything else.

 

“What I learned today is that everything related to cooking is my memory from my previous life.
But as long as I know what I’m doing, I can take care of it without being impatient.
I guess it’s good that I’ve sorted it out.”

 

“Nya-un.”

 

“Hmm?”

 

Ciel purred.

 

What is it? 

 

I checked the signs around me and found that someone was approaching me.

 

I was so absorbed in my thoughts that I forgot to check for signs.

 

I was about to call Sora, but she simply tilted to the side.

 

Neither Sora nor Ciel seemed to be in a panic.

 

A familiar presence? 

 

Once again, I checked the approaching sign.

 

“Ah, it’s Rattler-san’s presence.”

 

So, that’s why neither Ciel nor Sora were in a panic.

 

What’s going on? 

 

Did he have something to do here? 

 

But he should have been busy with the organization.

 

“Oh, there you are.
I’m sorry, Ivy, can I talk to you for a minute?”

 

“Yes.
What’s the matter? How did you know where I was?”

 

“Because you said you were going to set traps, I thought about the nearest place where large monsters and animals are less likely to be found.”

 

I see… he knows a lot about this forest, I guess.

 

As expected of Rattler-san.